Paper Swords

Two and a half months later
No wars have been absolved
But paper is still paper
And my pen I still hold,
The art that has been weaponized.
But I’m a vegan hunter
And I do not kill.
Paper is still paper
And has remained here still
Through storms and drains
Through emptiness and rivers of rain
And remain here it will
So that I may leave my words
For a stranger to find
And for a carpenter to build.